A performer invites the audience to rub STP and Crisco all over his body: spine, elbows, fingers, toes, knees, throat, shoulder blades. The rhythmic monologue mixes sensual imagery with absurdist comedy, building to a joke about someone named Sean who knows how to lubricate properly.
Slide some oil to me. Let it trickle down my spine. If you don't have STP, Crisco will do just fine. Slide some oil to my elbows and to my fingers if you would. Slide some oil to me, girl. Woo! Don't that feel good? Slide some oil to my feet. Look at that, I got toes again. Come on, come on. Slide some oil to my knees and let me see if I can bend. Slide some oil to me. I'm beginning to feel just fine. Slap some oil to my throat and let me lubricate my mind. Slap some oil to me. Go ahead, baby. Get my shoulder blades. Yes, of course. For those who don't know how to lubricate, Sean got it made. Slap some oil to me. Yes.
